It was a cold, busy weekday evening. My day was filled with people, emails, numbers, lunch, coffees, long queues, lifts and public transport. I made my way across London after work, fighting the rush hour crowd - ironically on my way to a beginner's meditation class.

So, if the thought of meditation has always brought to mind those images of the Lycra-clad, wheatgrass guzzling fitness junkies that we associate with such leg bending practices; throw the Zen-like guru stereotype out the window, place your derriere on your chair of choice and simply meditate away...